I shouldn't laugh, but I know I'm a failure in your eyes
"Commander," Ronin corrects with a waggle of his finger, since he's ramping up the dramatics already. "I command the Storm, I don't govern it. Can you imagine the council involved for that?" He scoffs, smooshing Remi again for good measure since he seemed to enjoy it so much the first time, however secretively.
Swinging their hands properly now, Ronin's smile is visible even with the scarf looped around him, and he rolls his shoulders in a shrug. "That's true, but usually the demands are made in return for something. What should I, this chilly Deepfrost demigod of prancing, have reason to demand things from you?"
Maybe it's the little set-up they're coming upon - but Remi can decide that.
Ronin has bribed the will-o-wisps with cinnamon sticks and a lock of his hair (that isn't actually his hair because he's not an idiot), and as a result they are chilling out in various jars hung from leafless branches. This part of Mourn takes them under a few trees where, rather than a picnic, the Huntsman's nimbus awaits, along with a tub of ice cream and two spoons.
"Want to sit with me and eat dessert before dinner?" He smiles.
Swinging their hands properly now, Ronin's smile is visible even with the scarf looped around him, and he rolls his shoulders in a shrug. "That's true, but usually the demands are made in return for something. What should I, this chilly Deepfrost demigod of prancing, have reason to demand things from you?"
Maybe it's the little set-up they're coming upon - but Remi can decide that.
Ronin has bribed the will-o-wisps with cinnamon sticks and a lock of his hair (that isn't actually his hair because he's not an idiot), and as a result they are chilling out in various jars hung from leafless branches. This part of Mourn takes them under a few trees where, rather than a picnic, the Huntsman's nimbus awaits, along with a tub of ice cream and two spoons.
"Want to sit with me and eat dessert before dinner?" He smiles.
RONIN
